I Know

All these bitches, they be blowing up my phone

I know (Bitch, I know)

I know

I know, I know

I know, I know

I know, I know, I know

I know, ah

I know, I know

I know, I know

All these bitches, they be blowing up my phone

I know, I know, yeah

Hey, double cup the Styrofoam

I know, I know

Do your dance on that bitch

I know

I know, I know, I know, I know

I know rocking fancy clothes

Fucked your ex bitch, I got some shit you wanna know

Catch me cruising through the nine, posted at the corner store

I just got some drop, go cop me a Faygo

Got groupie hoes on my dick and they do what I say, so

Went to the bank, then dipped to the crib so I could change clothes

She seen my ice, then she know that I'm a boss

She wanna fuck me, cuff me, but I ain't with that shit

Cuban Jesus piece around my neck, it look like dirty piss

I'm at the trap house making plays, I drop a stack to make it flip

The same **** that's hating on me girlfriend ride all on my dick

You say you hate me but you stalk my page, you fucking hypocrite

I know, I know

I know, I know

All these bitches, they be blowing up my phone

I know, I know, yeah

Hey, double cup the Styrofoam

I know, I know

Do your dance on that bitch, I know

I know, I know, I know, I know